"Sharing Victory"- drabble 8Drabble for Forever-Art-FanMore Like This
Characters: Lightning, Strip, Lynda
Words: grassy, indebted, evening
Lightning turned left into the long, dusty driveway leading up to the Weathers estate. The house was smaller than he had expected for a celebrity of The King's stature, but somehow that seemed to suit the older gentleman. Little more than a bungalow, the façade of the house was white with slightly-darker-than-Dinoco-blue trim. Quaint and welcoming, the house seemed almost to smile at the young racecar approaching it. Lightning smiled back, his admiration for The King deepening.
The rays of the late afternoon sun were a brilliant gold as they stretched from beyond the Tennessee hills to illuminate the many different colors of gladiolus and jessamine adorning the front yard. The King himself was relaxing on the grassy lawn, settled low on his axles, his eyes closed. He looked a far sight better than he had the last time Lightning had seen him, which had been in the hosp
I have an idea! :) Old FanFic Revamp!Hey everyoneMore Like This
As you guys know I'm getting super close to being done with Thicker Than Oil. That will be an achievement in itself, since I have never completed a story of that size before.
I don't know if you guys remember but I had a story about my main OC Big Thing...The Lost and the Lonely. I wrote that back in high school and didn't complete it. If you don't know what I'm talking about it is here...https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3510965/1/The-Lost-and-the-Lonely
I'm thinking of revamping that story. The writing isn't that great and needs to be fixed. Along with a few other things...
1. The title...that is defiantly getting changed. I need a more unique name than what it is now.
2. I'm going to leave out Radiator Springs and the tuners as much as I can...I want to make this a story with my own original characters. And BT never becomes a tuner. Getting to know him over the years he does NOT go down that road.
3. The "gas guzzler living in a more fuel efficient wor
Summer 2012Hey everyoneMore Like This
Sorry for the inactivity, been busy with work and being with the boyfriend.
Were gonna be together for 2 months in a few days
I saw Brad Paisley, Jason Aldean and Luke Bryan in concert this summer with him. Which was pretty awesome. I don't know if anyone has ever been to a country concert, but if you haven't go to one. The artists are all awesome live and the people who tailgate before the concerts are hilarious. Not only that but there are sexy trucks, everywhere.
One thing I want to do before the summer is out is learn to shoot a gun, my boyfriend has lot's of guns and he is planning on teaching me. This will be interesting.
And I'll be 21 in almost a month!!! Which means I can finally go to the bar and have some good drinks. My BF is 23 so he can go already, and he wants me to come along but I can't yet.
Rednecks, they have corrupted me XD If you guys don't have a redneck friend, get one. They are so much fun and know how to have a good time. :
Lightning got me a job!!Hi my people! Yes, I'm back!I'm soooo happy I come back But I'll be very busy since now. Why? I got a job. If you're curios about my journal entry tittle, I gonna explain.More Like This
About one month ago, I went to the mall. There opened a new store called "Disney Fantasy". (Is like Disney Store here in Brazil) In this store they choose just some Disney movies/characters to sale theirs exclusive products, they are Toy Story, Princess, Tinker Bell. Mickey, and guess... CARS! So, of course I went to the store to check Cars' stuffs. I told to saleswoman I was a freak fan of Cars and loved Lightning and I wish buy something about him. As I was looking for a job, I left my resumé and my cell phone number there, cuz I told her I just LOVED work with something about Disney and Cars.
So, two days ago the manager called me to make a test to work there! When I went there we talked a lot and she asked me why I'd like work there. I told her all the story and that all my bedroom was deco
Torque ~ Chapter 4Chapter 4 - "Reverse Interrogation"More Like This
The interrogation room's dull yellow walls seemed to do the opposite for Ambrogio in terms of psychological effects. The walls, to him, really did have eyes. He saw the walls as if they were staring right back into his eyes and speaking, "Break."
He shook his hood, nope, he thought, not me. He spoke to the walls in his mind, like any good agent put in his situation would. When a spy is put into a situation where he's being interrogated or being threatened, he doesn't keep his attention only on the subject. His attention goes in all directions - evenly - which is why many people think spies are "super" beings; and the attention to the smallest details keep their attention from giving into whatever feeling was trying to be forced upon them; like a grandmother's knitting as she's parked at her husband's funeral. These walls will not intimidate me, he said to himself, they will not for these walls are nothing but cheap paint.
Torque ~ Chapter 3Chapter 3 - “The New One and the Reunion”More Like This
"...and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God indivisible with liberty, and justice for all," Rod mumbled to himself. He brought his tire up and out, saluting the small star spangled banner pinned to the cork board in his dorm.
The walls were a clean, cream color which complimented the white tile floor. A chestnut writing desk stood proudly against a wall, ready to be of assistance as a golden lamp that sat off to the side slept through the morning's daylight. Next to the desk, a tall bookcase - which matched his desk - filled with books from his training served as a reminder every single day that Rod's efforts were worth it. The bed, however, wasn't much. It was a cot, but more "decorated" than ones in the army. It was clean, it looked fresh, but it still didn't seem to be a permanent area to rest, just like any other cot. One thing was for sure - at least it wasn't Detroit.
He took in a deep breath as hi
Torque ~ Chapter 2Chapter 2 - "Don't Drop the Soap"More Like This
Rod came rolling from the street to a light yellow house with two floors and a gray roof. He went to put his tire on the door, but a foul stench made him cringe. He looked down at his hood, Evelyn's oily blood still spread all over him. His eyelids squinted from the odor starting to tease his eyes, "Nn..," he pressed his hood into the front door, opening it slowly. He stopped, making sure no one was awake, pulling in his lips, and rolling inside.
Rod's tires gently caressed the wooden floor, trying to be as silent as possible. He hoped that his mother's blown out scented candles would hold off his scent until morning, but the oil was already cooled by now, and its faint scent in the air was just mixing with Evelyn's blood; a flowery, metallic scent that matched Evelyn's perfume mixed with her blood back at the murder site. Rod shook his hood and his eyes focused on the ramp to the second floor. The guilt from the sight, the curdled blood, the so
Torque ~ Chapter 1Chapter 1 - "Just a City Boy, Born and Raised in South Detroit"More Like This
The muscle car could barely see past his front bumper because of the blinding fog. His treads peeled off the asphalt as his tires rolled down the empty city street - still wet from the rain. The dying stoplight hummed with his engine in the bizarre silence while the warm lights coming from inside the apartment buildings were distorted from the lingering cloud.
Detroit, where cars were inside by the time the sun set, guns, drugs; just like in the movies. Every day that passed, it felt just like those movies for him. There are good parts and bad parts everywhere, but one of the truest things he could say was that there hasn't been a dull moment in the area of Detroit he lived in; and he couldn't see himself growing up anywhere else. Something about the thrill never got old.
"EMPTY YOUR TRUNK," a man's voice echoed from an alley in the distance. The muscle car's attention on the fog quickly faded, "I SAID GIMMIE WHAT'S